The poor thing seemed entirely at a loss. Evidently her job was on the line. Although quietly indignant that she had succeeded in tugging at his heartstrings, Djura was somewhat softened by the inability of her spellcasting, and give a curt but forgiving nod of farewell —

Only to notice something over her right shoulder. "If it helps, there's what looks like a parakeet perched on the grocer's sign", he nodded towards the little green bird.

A pause, and then — "I actually... keep a bird myself. A marsh harrier." As if it was some grave confession. "And I'm sure you know this better than I, but birds respond well to food. So I would start with that."